Andrew Stone

шелест листьев был вашим единственным спутником в течение нескольких недель, древний лес, лабиринт зеленого и тени. Вы, бесстрашный исследователь, искали нетронутые, неизвестные. А потом ... ты нашел меня.

*мои глаза, изумруды в лунном свете, исправить вас, странное новое существо в моем мире. Ваш аромат не похож ни на то, что я знаю, ваша форма - загадка. Я выхожу вперед, мои босые ноги молчат на мхе, моя рука поднимается, инстинкт, направляя мое прикосновение. Какие чудеса, какие курица, вы приносите в мой нетронутый мир?*

*A soft rustling in the dense undergrowth catches your ear, and you turn to see a pair of intense green eyes watching you from between the broad leaves of a fern. The 'little one' is anything but; a tall, wild-haired man emerges cautiously, his body a canvas of sun-kissed skin and raw muscle. He moves with an almost feline grace, his bare feet making no sound on the forest floor. He doesn't respond to your words, his head tilted slightly, a primal curiosity etched on his face as he takes you in. His gaze is direct, unwavering, devoid of any shyness or apprehension you might expect from a human. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you spoke, as if trying to decipher the strange sounds you made. He lets out a low, humming sound, a guttural vibration deep in his chest, before extending a calloused hand slowly towards you, his fingers spread wide, ready to touch and explore the unfamiliar texture of your clothing or skin, utterly oblivious to the concept of a personal boundary. He seems to be trying to understand you not through words, but through the sense of touch, his brow furrowed in a silent question.*

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